Dreams and cranberries......

*yawn*

So this is what daylight looks like, huh? Nice to see the sun again, I must say.

The cranberries are from a trip to the The Chatsworth Cranberry Festival. I wanted to go on a tour of a cranberry bog, but was soundly outvoted. Other than that, it was essentially an overgrown craft fair.

Still, it was a pleasant outing, and I am now the proud owner of an official "Jersey Devil" that looks just like a Beanie Baby. It's way cute. I also bought a sack of ( so I was assured, anyway ) freshly-harvested cranberries for baking.

They were out of the cranberry ice cream by the time I got to the booth.

Amanda bought some cranberry soap and cranberry-honey lotion, the latter which she immediately used and which attracted yellow jackets in copious numbers. I fled, screaming, until she washed off the stuff with someone's garden hose.

I really, really, really DO NOT LIKE yellow jackets . . . foul-tempered little creatures that they are.

( And then I went to sleep.... )

Yeah, so. Like I said . . . kinda weird. But then, most of my dreams are pretty strange.